They came
Again, my hands uplift to quell the blunt disarray of icy cold earth, eyes cast bright as the stars as I fall ever deep into the chasm of fire and emotion, your whim my devotion as I lose the structure of my sanity in the resolve of limitless time and space instead. Falling, constellations a blur against the backdrop of uncertainty as my reach becomes futile to the weightless dismay of words, my hopes cast upon the wishes of departed adventurers seeking distant worlds of love and hate, but I can’t join them. I’m still falling…Soaring beyond the galaxies of my blinded understanding until the length of my back spreads long against the mantle of the most known, the surge rippling the ache through bone and sinewy tendrils of understanding.
I have been here before, body wracked with the pulse of the clashed embrace of gravity, surging through to cast these star studded eyes to the darkened heavens. I know this place well, swearing I’d never return, hearing the faintest echo of life to stir my rousing passions only to feel once again the earth beneath my flesh. I have fallen, the hard caress of tortorous stings as the cosmos swirls in fleeting delight…this is oh so familiar, scented stardust shrouds and the chipped debris of my sanity must plume in mushroom clouds of understood failure and destruction before it settles along the upper layer of a stoic visage.
But, this collision would birth me, made anew to become reborn. Dare I stand, a new heavenly body; magnificent and regal? Dare I stand, ethereal soul building substance in an unknown world, standing firm against anti-matter of confusion and angst? My bounds will know no bounds, my mind a worthy vessel, mine ever forward…dare I stand.
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Unraveling within my mind burns the sweet decay of your torturous echo, the taut dismay strewn across the canvas of a tattered sight left untorn, a battered plight to be reborn in the flames of uncertainty.. the aims of misery set to unyielding degress in this resounding array, the confounding display of my inner phoenix.
To be made anew, I must burn to ash within the coils of my own demise, the toils of my own disquise simmering with the embered sting of your voice, the rendered fling of your choice casting me into perpetual fire, a conceptual ire that pangs within the the unmatched depths of my soul, forming a burning plume beyond my control to spiral me into oblivion.
Let me burn..because only then can I return.
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I’m going to hell for laughing this hard
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this is like porn. omg
its better than porn.
The pen is mightier than the penis
Wow…
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..letting in you in so deep.